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So her father had been right, David hadn't
cared at all, she was just an easy fuck, and now things were out in
the open he didn't give a shit! She threw her phone against the
wall, where it shattered and fell to the floor in pieces. Wendy was
crying hard and didn't know what to do or who to talk with. She
couldn't tell anyone about this without getting her father into
trouble, which part of her said he earned, but she still loved him,
and no matter what he'd done Roger had broken her heart, and it was
her father she wanted to turn to for comfort. Wendy was so
confused. She sat on the corner of her bed. She was afraid to go to
her Dad in case he hit her again, or in case anything else
happened, she had seen the expression in his eyes, the look that
squealed that he wanted her, that he wanted to rip her panties
down, and fuck her.

A vision of her Dad her rose to her mind, and
she felt a sudden desire. "Shit, what am I doing?" she cried to the
dark room, "this is so evil." She could not understand her
emotions, she had never thought of her Dad in a sexual way, and
after the disgrace, he'd put her through this evening, Wendy didn't
know how she could trust him again never mind want to go to him for
more. Wendy stopped crying and dried her face, suddenly feeling
tired. She needed sleep more than anything. She rolled up in a ball
on her bed, pulling her favorite childhood stuffed tiger close and
fell asleep, her father's cum still drying on her top.

David was no less confused. He sat on the
side of his bed for a long time; his head lowered in his hands
thinking about how he could fix this mess. Nothing came to him. He
was embarrassed by what he'd done, and wanted more than anything to
go to Wendy and give her comfort, to talk to her and comfort her as
her father had done so many times before, but knew he couldn't. It
was a confusion he hadn't heard her leave yet. He couldn't dispute
that he still wanted Wendy, though. He desired to touch her, but
not as he had before. He wanted to caress her, to love her, not
brutally fuck her, as he had wanted before. In the end, he gave up
trying to wrestle with his conscience and climbed into bed to try
and sleep. His sleep was broken and uneasy as he worried about the
coming day.

Wendy opened her eyes and sat up, stretching
and yawning. Quickly she fell back and pulled the duvet over her,
the visions of last night flooding her mind. She lay still for a
couple of minutes thinking about what had happened. In the light of
morning, it didn't seem so bad; it wasn't as if her father had
raped her was it? He had punished her, which she probably deserved
for not telling him about Roger, even though she felt too old for a
spanking. He had ended up cumming on her as she was spread over his
lap, his hand on her butt. And then she had screamed at him as he
tried to apologize.

Wendy felt bad; he had been trying to
apologize, and she assumed that a lot of people would be flattered
if she was sexy enough to make her Dad cum when she was only bent
over in an old top and a pair of panties then she was more
beautiful than she thought. And she couldn't doubt that she had
felt a little turned on as he had shot his juice all over her.

"Shit, I am so confused," she whispered to
herself, "I should be angry as hell!" She decided to have a bath
and then go down and just pretend it hadn't happened. She would
tell her father about Roger, and that he had been right and that
would be an end to everything. She hoped.

As Wendy walked down the hall to the
bathroom, she could hear her father moving around in the kitchen
already. She turned the water on and set it to warm. Wendy stared
in the mirror expecting herself to look stressed, tired, but she
looked and felt great. She knew she had slept good and put it down
to all the spent adrenaline. Wendy could see a patch on her t-shirt
that was a slightly different color to the test; she rubbed it, and
it felt almost stiff under her fingers. She realized she hadn't
changed her top last night after her father had cum on it, she had
just fallen asleep in it, and it had dried in the evening.

Wendy pulled it off quickly, then feeling
curious, put it to her nose and smelled the patch. It had a faint
musky odor. She dropped it to the floor. "Shit, what am I doing?"
she shouted to herself. "How could she call him the sick person,
when she was here smelling his dried cum on her top?" She wondered.
She climbed into the tub and lied under the hot water, hoping to
wash all her anger and confusion away. She washed her body, then
her hair, unconsciously scrubbing at her stomach where her father
had cum.

David heard Wendy creep along the hall, and
then the water starts to run as she turned on the shower. That
meant she would be down soon. Fear flared up inside him quickly,
and he spilled a little coffee on his shirt. "Damn" he mumbled. He
took off his shirt and put it down beside the washer. He had a
nervous case of the shivers. He smiled to himself a bit, not
feeling very amused, just remembering he had not felt this nervous
since he had proposed to Nancy, Wendy's Mom. He had no clue how to
face Wendy now, what to say, or how he could make this up to her,
and gain her love again. He thought he would just wait and see how
Wendy was with him before going jumping in and making things worse.
He heard the water turn off and butterflies danced in his
stomach.

Wendy got out of the tub and grabbed a towel
from the shelf. She wrapped it around her body enjoying the feel of
the soft cloth against her skin. Wendy had decided to tell her
father just to forget what had happened the evening before and just
carry on as they had been. She thought she might even suggest they
went out for dinner, so he knew she was okay. Wendy towel dried her
hair and went into her room, putting on light pink shorts and a
matching pink tank top with little butterflies all over.

She took a deep breath, "Right, let's do
this." She made her way downstairs to face her father.

David was busy pressing another shirt when he
heard Wendy coming down the steps. She came down the hall into the
kitchen. He put the iron down and looked at her. He had always
thought Wendy, a beautiful girl, and last night he had wanted her
but here standing before him now she looked like an angel. Her damp
long dark hair hung about her face in loose waves, and her eyes
were sparkling and bright. Her skin had that freshly sunlight glow,
and she smelled delicious and fruity. He let his eyes lower slowly
down her body taking in her sexy shape and luscious legs. Her
nipples were not fully standing forward, and he could see their
raised shape under her top. "That's probably because she's just got
out of the tub." He thought to himself.

Wendy cleared her throat, "Erm...father..."
His eyes snapped up to hers fast and then looked away guiltily.

"Father, can we just forget about last night,
please? I'm not sure how it happened, but I'd rather just go back
to how we were. And it turns out you were right about Roger; he
dropped me last night after he found out you knew about us." Wendy
said.

Relief washed over David in a great wind.
"Yes...yes, sure we can honey, I am so sorry, Wendy, but you are
right, we'll just forget it ever happened, okay?"

"Okay, do you fancy going for something to
eat later, or are you at work?" Wendy asked.

"Yes that sounds great honey; I've got the
day off today, so it's fine." He lied, he had already called in
sick, wanting to get things right with Wendy as soon as possible
rather than letting it linger. He would never have been able to
work today anyway.

"Alright, I'll go get ready, give me a shout
when you're prepared." With that, Wendy turned and walked away.
David caught himself looking at her ass as it had shaken before him
out of the room.

Wendy went into her room. She felt much
better having worked out the events of the night before but she
still felt puzzled about her father. It was evident he still wanted
her, she had seen the way he had been looking at her down in the
kitchen, with such apparent desire, the only thing was, she had
loved it, she had felt so hot watching his eyes creep up and down
her body. Even her nipples had started to harden, and she just
prayed her father hadn't noticed.

Wendy reached up now and felt them, they were
so hard under her fingers, and her fingers sent a little spark of
electricity through her tits. She went over to her bed and laid
back, her fingers still pinched her stiff nipples. She had given a
quick peek at David, while he had stared at her, and he still
looked excellent. His body was muscled and toned, still lightly
tanned from when they'd gone to Florida a couple of months back.
David had dark brown hair leading from his chest to...well, to
below the waistband of his pants. She squeezed her nipples softly
and let out a soft moan. His eyes were brilliant green like hers,
his hair darker than hers, almost black, now with tiny white
strands of gray. He wore it, to his neck and it was curly and
loose. He did not look 45 at all, and her friends were always
commenting on how handsome he was.

Wendy gave up on trying to rationalize what
she was thinking, what she was doing. She let herself see her
father as a man, not just her father and was not surprised to find
that she wanted David. Thoughts of him blanket her mind, images of
the evening before, and her pussy flooded. She pulled her tank top
off, so she had better access to her soft tits, and resumed her
caresses. Her right-hand starts to move slowly downward as she
traced her hand along the smooth skin that was her stomach. Her
pussy itched to be touched, but she resisted content for the minute
to just feel her smooth skin, it was so soft beneath her
fingers.

As images of her father filled her mind, her
hand moved lower still until she was touching herself through her
panties. A small moan escaped her, and she pushed her hips upwards,
pressing herself against her fingers. She began to rub herself
gently up and down, the cloth of her panties sticking to her wet
clit. She needed more, so she slipped her hand inside her panties
and started to rub herself harder.

David was in the kitchen trying to decide
where to take Wendy for to eat. He wanted a place that she would
enjoy, place quiet that they could talk and get back to normal.
David decided to go and see what she liked because he would
probably need to make a reservation. He went upstairs and raised
his hand to knock on Wendy's bedroom door.

"Yes...oh father," Wendy moaned as she
slipped her finger inside her wet clit, "old man, you feel so
good."

David stood by Wendy's door in total shock;
he could imagine what she was doing, how she was playing with
herself, as he had seen her masturbate yesterday. And now she was
calling out. He felt himself getting very hard at the sound of her
soft moans coming through the door as he agonized over what he
should do. Should he walk inside? Or should he leave and pretend he
had never heard her? He quickly decided as he heard Wendy moan to
herself that she was going to cum and that she wanted her Daddy. He
opened the door.

Wendy cried out loudly as she came, her girl
nectar soaking her fingers, totally unaware David had entered her
room. Wendy's eyes were closed as she laid there, her fingers still
in her panties. David bent over her and kissed her softly on the
cheeks, and Wendy jumped, her eyes opening wide before she relaxed
and softly starts to kiss her, father back.

David climbed onto the bed and lay next to
his daughter, still kissing her, one hand stroking through her long
hair. He stopped kissing her for a second and looked into her
beautiful eyes.

"Wendy..." he breathed.

"Daddy, it's okay, this is what I want."
Regardless what she said, she still felt very unsure inside, but
she knew that until she had been with her Dad, nothing could be
worked out. Wendy's feelings would be a complete mess; she wanted
to do this to give herself some peace of mind, and if she regretted
it later, well then she would have to cross that when she came to
it.

David could sense that she was not entirely
sure that this was what she did want, he wasn't sure of it
himself.

"Listen, baby, if you're not sure then we
don't have to do this, we can wait for a little, see how things
go?" David asked, his hand now gently rubbing the smooth skin of
her legs, she felt so good.

"No father, I have to do this." She sat up to
him and kissed him deeply on the lips, her tongue flicking against
his mouth. He parted his lips and invited her tongue into his
throat, it sweet and tasted.

David was already hard from hearing her moan,
and watching her finger herself, but now he felt himself stiffen
even more as she pressed her firm, tender body against his. She
stopped quickly and stared up at him.

"Father?" she asked softly, "I want you to
spank me again, like before?" She smiled and looked down. David
thought he was going to blast there and then, but somehow managed
to save it.

"Stand up now" he ordered. David sat up and
moved to the edge of the bed, grabbing Wendy by the arm and bending
her over his lap, just as he had done last night. But this time,
though, one thing would be different, David wanted to spank her
bare ass, and so he pulled down her shorts and looked at the
perfect curves of her butt. He put his hand on her ass and starts
to massage her soft, smooth orbs. She starts to moan in pleasure,
than cried out suddenly in surprise as he spanked her hard, his
hand leaving a bright red streak that stood out against her pale
skin. Every time he hit her, she cried out, calling "Father" loudly
over and over. After the fifth or sixth stroke, she had also begun
squirming about, wriggle in his lap, which felt like heaven against
his swollen cock. When he reached 22, he stopped, badly needing to
touch her properly. He massaged her sore butt for a few minutes and
then lowered his hand between Wendy's thighs. She was soaking.